Meanwhile, because I’m obviously MUCHO CLASSIER, let’s make a cocktail to tide us over. A sophisticated one–Hemingway-inspired, even. Let’s pretend we are not ironing our clothes on the carpet like bums and instead, writing bullfighting novels in Pamplona.
I didn’t create this, and there are many versions of thusly-named cocktails online. This is the one that makes sense. (Prosecco? Love the stuff, but please. There’s a Death In the Afternoon for that.) Hemingway was fond of daiquiris–sugarless ones specifically. This drink comes close. And, Pernod (which very much tastes like absinthe, but that’s another post) was featured heavily in The Sun Also Rises.
The end result? Much like a daiquiri (which is basically rum, sugar and lime), but complex, with nutty-sweet maraschino and licorice-ish–say that fast–Pernod.
¡Olè! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go polish my antique mahogany bookcase. By which I mean: watch people be immature and terrible to each other.
- 2 ounces light rum
- 3/4 of an ounce fresh lime juice
- 1/2 of an ounce fresh grapefruit juice
- 1/2 of an ounce maraschino liqueur
- 1 teaspoon absinthe or Pernod
- Grapefruit twist, for garnish
- Combine everything in a shaker full of ice and shake. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass (original recipe calls for the glass to be filled with crushed ice; I skipped this). Garnish with grapefruit twist.